After using every form of transport known to man to get to management training (except perhaps rickshaw and canoe) my alarm woke me at 7am (although it was really 6am English time). I awoke next to N - the red headed, pierced girl I had met first at the airport and who had been assigned as my room-mate. We had on the coach the day before all been presented with a bit of paper with our instructions. It mainly said 'be up really early every day, wear a suit, be at dinner for a 5 course meal every day at 7.30, dress smartly'.
So come the next day we were up, suited and booted and on a coach by 8am to the introductory meeting. I don't know whose clever idea it was to get everyone at this meeting in the worlds hottest room. There must have been about 100 people there all attempting to listen to every senior member of management introduce themselves and what they do. It didn't take long before every single person in the room was fighting sleep. Everyone, that is, except the girl in front of me who ran out the room to be sick. I was doing my best not to let on to the tall, rather handsome man with glasses sat next to me that I was in fact 97% asleep. I tried to stay awake by counting all the people I could see who had their eyes shut. I soon lost count. The meeting lasted around 37 hours.
I later discovered that the man with the glasses I had sat next to was my future house mate and the childcare manager at the hotel and he didn't give a toss whether I was asleep or not.
After the meeting we went back and had lunch.
In that afternoon we were made to sit a company knowledge test. I failed. Unsurprisingly.
My experience of being a seasonaire thus far hadn't been very successful. I had done a lot of travelling, had very little sleep, sat in a meeting and failed a test. And I hadn't met any men. However myself, N, V and F the three girls I had met originally seemed to be getting on really well. Especially when we reached my favourite part of everyday. At about 6 all the lecturing finished and we all went off to get ready for dinner. Dinner was supposed to be a formal occasion. The head chefs in the company were all cooking dinner together to get used to the menu, using us as very willing Guinea pigs. It was certainly the best food I would eat for 5 months. And we got unlimited free chalet wine - which after a few days drinking does start to resemble vinegar, but it was free.
There isn't much to say about the actual training at management training. It was for the most part long and we occasionally had to stand up and give presentations about things like recycling and laying the dinner table. I once gave one about bra fitting, I demonstrated how to undo the bras of two different women at the same time. It momentarily livened things up a bit.
It was on the first day of management training that I came in contact with the area manager, one of the greatest women alive. No contest.
So we sat at a desk all day learning things and drank shit loads in the evenings. As it was pre-season there wasn't much else to do in the evenings. I later learnt that the hotel bar took something ridiculous like 15 000 euros in two weeks. Considering there was only ever about 40 people in the building it was very good going.
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